Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.